Today I have a short story to share with all of you. I hope you enjoy it. In the fall of 1988, I met Mohamed… tall, whip-thin, features of chiselled ebony. He held his head high as he strode into my adult ESL classroom, exuding youthful confidence and determination. Flashing a brilliant smile, he turned … More Mohamed
Recently we were visiting with friends when the discussion turned to the topic of customary greetings around the world. I mentioned that greetings in Thailand are accompanied by a gesture known as the ‘wai’, which involves placing the palms together with fingertips at the nose, the forehead, or the chest while bowing the head. This … More Who Do You Think You Are?
An excerpt from Geckos & Guns: The Pakistan Years, that describes some of our early frustrations and culture shock. … More Park Road, Islamabad–the Telephone
Here’s a little something I wrote that didn’t make it into my new book, Geckos & Guns: The Pakistan Years, reflecting on what the years in Pakistan meant to me as a wife and mother and to our family as a whole. Our family moved to Pakistan in early 1991. This was not a scenario … More A New Chapter
I am currently conducting research for my next book about our years in Pakistan. I came across this little piece I wrote for fun a few years ago and I want to share it with you. Adventures in Pakistan The heat, the dust, and the crows… These were some of the negatives I heard about … More A Little Taste
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